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Looking At The Sky

I have found myself looking,
at the sky in the night,

It makes me thinking about,
“Why have you come across my way ;
like a flowing river into the moonlight?”

 

Surely I look above through the dizzy eyes,
Counting the bizarre meeting places

On the floor of heaven,
Where we would seize our love ,
and live for endless time,

 

I have found myself looking,
at the sky in the night.

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